I never realized it was based in Louisiana...
Me and my sister just so totally cried at the end of All Dogs Go to Heaven. We were all trying to hide it from eachother, too…and damn. I don’t cry in movies, typically. Especially not cartoons. I never found this one really sad as a kid, either.
I think something is wrong with me.
Eh…shopping for pants did not work out so well either. Spent fifty dollars on necessities…only one pair of pants. And may not even have time to modify them. You people will just have to tolerate wandering around Chicago with me being all “creatively disreputable” as usual…
When I got back from the store, I was greeted by all four kitties. I left my car door open and just stretched out on the driveway with them.
Chani climbed into my car, as she tends to do whenever she gets the chance. She’s the large, part-siamese, cross-eyed thing. So ungainly…no depth perception at all. Any special talent that normal cats possess end up being really comical when Chani tries them.
Only a couple seconds passed before she dove out of my car again with my rabbit pelt in her mouth, waddling up the driveway with the whole thing dragging between her legs…like a leopard with a limp gazelle. Once at the garage door, she proceeded to flip it around all crazy-like, making it flop against the door, smacking the other cats, mostly hitting her own face and driving herself into more of a frenzy. She jumped and fell down and danced and did these freaky cartwheel things with the pelt just flying all over the place…. Finally she settled down to vigorously pull out huge tufts of fur with this vacant look of cross-eyed glee on her face.
Poor rabbit pelt…pieces of you floating all over the driveway…
Oh wow…it’s thee o’ three in the morning. Time to pack!
Still dunno if this’ll be fun or not…
I’m totally gonna down a Sparks before we get on the train!
I think something is wrong with me.
Eh…shopping for pants did not work out so well either. Spent fifty dollars on necessities…only one pair of pants. And may not even have time to modify them. You people will just have to tolerate wandering around Chicago with me being all “creatively disreputable” as usual…
When I got back from the store, I was greeted by all four kitties. I left my car door open and just stretched out on the driveway with them.
Chani climbed into my car, as she tends to do whenever she gets the chance. She’s the large, part-siamese, cross-eyed thing. So ungainly…no depth perception at all. Any special talent that normal cats possess end up being really comical when Chani tries them.
Only a couple seconds passed before she dove out of my car again with my rabbit pelt in her mouth, waddling up the driveway with the whole thing dragging between her legs…like a leopard with a limp gazelle. Once at the garage door, she proceeded to flip it around all crazy-like, making it flop against the door, smacking the other cats, mostly hitting her own face and driving herself into more of a frenzy. She jumped and fell down and danced and did these freaky cartwheel things with the pelt just flying all over the place…. Finally she settled down to vigorously pull out huge tufts of fur with this vacant look of cross-eyed glee on her face.
Poor rabbit pelt…pieces of you floating all over the driveway…
Oh wow…it’s thee o’ three in the morning. Time to pack!
Still dunno if this’ll be fun or not…
I’m totally gonna down a Sparks before we get on the train!